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A54716	Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.; Poems. Selections	Philips, Katherine, 1631-1664.; Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684. Horace. English.; Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684. Mort de Pompée. English.	1667 (1667)	Wing P2033; ESTC R19299	158,166	358

secret Contract past below There Love into Identity does go 'T is the first unities Monarchique Throne The Centre that knits all where the great Three 's but One Abraham Cowley The Table Poem 1 UPon the double Murther of K. Charles I. in answer to a libellous Copy of Rymes made by Vavasor Powell Page 1 Poem 2 On the numerous Access of the English to wait upon the King in Flanders Page 2 Poem 3 Arion on a Dolphin To his Majesty at his passage into England Page 3 Poem 4 On the fair weather just at the Coronation it having rained immediately before and after Page 5 Poem 5 To the Queen's Majesty on her arrival at Portsmouth May 14. 1662. Page ib. Poem 6 To the queen-Queen-Mother's Majesty Jan. 1. 1660 1. Page 7 Poem 7 Vpon the Princess Royal her Return into England Page 8 Poem 8 On the Death of the illustrious Duke of Gloucester Page 9 Poem 9 To her Royal Highness the Dutchess of York on her commanding me to send her some things that I had written Page 11 Poem 10 On the Death of the Queen of Bohemia Page 12 Poem 11 On the third of September 1651. Page 13 Poem 12 To the noble Palaemon on his incomparable Discourse of Friendship Page 14 Poem 13 To the Right honourable Alice Countess of Carbury at her coming into Wales Page 16 Poem 14 To Sir Edward Deering the noble Silvander on his Dream and Navy personating Orinda 's preferring Rosania before Solomon 's Traffick to Ophir Page 17 Poem 15 To Mr. Henry Lawes Page 18 Poem 16 A Sea-voyage from Tenby to Bristol begun Sept. 5. 1652. sent from Bristol to Lucasia Sept. 8. 1652. Page 19 Poem 17 Friendship 's Mystery To my dearest Lucasia Page 21 Poem 18 Content to my dearest Lucasia Page 22 Poem 19 A Dialogue of Absence 'twixt Lucasia and Orinda Set by Mr. Henry Lawes Page 25 Poem 20 To my dearest Sister Mrs. C. P. on her marriage Page 26 Poem 21 To Mr. Henry Vaughan Silurist on his Poems Page 27 Poem 22 A retired friendship to Ardelia Page 28 Poem 23 To Mrs. Mary Carne when Philaster courted her Page 30 Poem 24 To Mr. J. B. the noble Cr●tander upon a Composition of his which he was not willing to own publickly Page 31 Poem 25 To the Excellent Mrs. Anne Owen upon her receiving the name of Lucasia and adoption into our Society December 28. 1651. Page 32 Poem 26 To the truly noble Mrs. Anne Owen On my first Approches Page 33 Poem 27 Lucasia Page 34 Poem 28 Wiston Vault Page 36 Poem 29 Friendship in Embleme or the Seal to my dearest Lucasia Page ib. Poem 30 In memory of F. P. who dyed at Acton May 24. 1660. at 12. and ½ of age Page 39 Poem 31 In memory of that excellent person Mrs. Mary Lloyd of Bodidrist in Denbigh-shire who dyed Nov. 13. 1656. after she came thither from Pembroke-shire Page 42 Poem 32 To the truly competent judge of Honour Lucasia upon a scandalous Libel made by J. J. Page 45 Poem 33 To Antenor on a Paper of mine which J. J. threatens to publish to prejudice him Page 47 Poem 34 Rosania shadowed whilst Mrs. Mary Awbrey Page 48 Poem 35 To the Queen of inconstancy Regina Collier in Antwerp Page 50 Poem 36 To my excellent Lucasia on our friendship Page 51 Poem 37 Rosania 's private Marriage Page 52 Poem 38 Injuria Amicitiae Page 53 Poem 39 To Regina Collier on her cruelty to Philaster Page 55 Poem 40 To Philaster on his Melancholy for Regina Page ib. Poem 41 Philoclea 's parting Page 56 Poem 42 To Rosania now Mrs. Montague being with her Page ib. Poem 43 To my Lucasia Page 58 Poem 44 On Controversies in Religion Page 59 Poem 45 To the honoured Lady E. C. Page 61 Poem 46 Parting with Lucasia a Song Page 65 Poem 47 Against Pleasure Set tby Dr. Coleman Page 66 Poem 48 A Prayer Page 68 Poem 49 To Mrs. M. A. upon absence Page 69 Poem 50 To Mrs. Mary Awbrey Page 70 Poem 51 In memory of Mr. Cartwright Page 71 Poem 52 Mr. Francis Finch the excellent Palaemon Page 72 Poem 53 To Mrs. M. A. at parting Page 74 Poem 54 To my dearest Antenor on his parting Page 76 Poem 55 Engraven on Mr. John Collier 's Tomb-stone at Bedlington Page 77 Poem 56 On the little Regina Collier on the same Tomb-stone Page 78 Poem 57 Friendship Page ib. Poem 58 The Enquiry Page 80 Poem 59 To my Lucasia in defence of declared friendship Page 82 Poem 60 A Resvery Page 86 Poem 61 A Country-life Page 88 Poem 62 To Mrs. Wogan my honoured friend on the death of her Husband Page 91 Poem 63 In memory of the most justly honoured Mrs. Owen of Orielton Page 92 Poem 64 A Friend Page 94 Poem 65 L' Accord du Bien Page 98 Poem 66 Invitation to the Country Page 103 Poem 67 In memory of Mrs. E. H. Page 104 Poem 68 On Rosania 's Apostacy and Lucasia 's friendship Page 106 Poem 69 To my Lady Eliz. Boyle singing Now Affairs c. Page 107 Poem 70 Submission Page 108 Poem 71 2 Cor. 5. 19. God was in Christ reconciling the world to himself Page 110 Poem 72 The World Page 111 Poem 73 The Soul Page 114 Poem 74 Happiness Page 118 Poem 75 Death Page 119 Poem 76 To the Queen's Majesty on her late sickness and Recovery Page 121 Poem 77 Ode upon Retirement Page 122 Poem 78 The Irish Grey-hound Page 125 Poem 79 Song to the tune of Sommes nous pas trop heureux Page 126 Poem 80 A Dialogue betwixt Lucasia Rosania imitating that of gentle Thersis Page ib. Poem 81 Song to the Tune of Adieu Phillis Page 127 Poem 82 An Epitaph on my honoured Mother Mrs. Philips of Portheynon in Cardigan-shire who dyed Jan. 1. 1662 3. Page 128 Poem 83 Lucasia Rosania and Orinda parting at a Fountain July 1663. Page 129 Poem 84 A Farewel to Rosania Page 130 Poem 85 To my Lady Anne Boyle saying I looked angrily upon her Page ib. Poem 86 On the Welsh Language Page 131 Poem 87 To the Countess of Thanet upon her marriage Page 132 Poem 88 Epitapb on her Son H. P. at St. Syth's Church where her body also lies interred Page 134 Poem 89 On the death of my Lord Rich only Son to the Earl of Warwick who dyed of the small Pox 1664. Page 135 Poem 90 The Virgin Page 136 Poem 91 Vpon the graving of her name upon a Tree in Barne-Elms Walks Page 137 Poem 92 To my dearest friend Mrs. A. Owen upon her greatest loss Page ib. Poem 93 Orinda to Lucasia parting October 1661. at London Page 139 Poem 94 On the first of January 1657. Page 141 Poem 95 To my Lady M. Cavendish chosing the name of Policrite Page 142 Poem 96 Against Love Page 143 Poem 97 A Dialogue of friendship multiplied Page ib. Poem 98 Rosania to Lucasia on her Letters Page 144 Poem 99 To my Antenor

and various things Link'd to their Causes by such secret Springs Are held so fast and govern'd by such Art That nothing can out of its order start The World's God's watch where nothing is so small But makes a part of what composes all Could the least Pin be lost or else displac'd The World would be disorder'd and defac'd It beats no Pulse in vain but keeps its time And undiscern'd to its own height doth climb Strung first and daily wound up by his hand Who can its motions guide and understand No secret cunning then nor multitude Can Providence divert cross or delude And her just full decrees are hidden things Which harder are to find then Births of Springs Yet all in various Consorts fitly sound And by their Discords Harmony compound Hence is that Order Life and Energy Whereby Forms are preserv'd though Matters die And shifting dress keep their own living state So that what kills this does that propagate This made the ancient Sage in Rapture cry That sure the world had full Eternity For though it self to Time and Fate submit He 's above both who made and governs it And to each Creature hath such Portion lent As Love and Wisdom sees convenient For he 's no Tyrant nor delights to grieve The Beings which from him alone can live He 's most concern'd and hath the greatest share In man and therefore takes the greatest care To make him happy who alone can be So by Submission and Conformity For why should Changes here below surprize When the whole World its revolution tries Where were our Springs our Harvests pleasant use Unless Vicissitude did them produce Nay what can be so wearisome a pain As when no Alterations entertain To lose to suffer to be sick and die Arrest us by the same Necessity Nor could they trouble us but that our mind Hath its own glory unto dross confin'd For outward things remove not from their place Till our Souls run to beg their mean embrace Then doting on the choice make it our own By placing Trifles in th' Opinion's Throne So when they are divorc'd by some new cross Our Souls seem widow'd by the fatal loss But could we keep our Grandeur and our state Nothing below would seem unfortunate But Grace and Reason which best succours bring Would with advantage manage every thing And by right Judgment would prevent our moan For losing that which never was our own For right Opinion's like a Marble grott In Summer cool and in the Winter hot A Principle which in each Fortune lives Bestowing Catholick Preservatives 'T is this resolves there are no losses where Vertue and Reason are continued there The meanest Soul might such a Fortune share But no mean Soul could so that Fortune bear Thus I compose my thoughts grown insolent As th' Irish Harper doth his Instrument Which if once struck doth murmur and complain But the next touch will silence all again 2 Cor. 5. 19. God was in Christ Reconciling the World to himself WHen God contracted to Humanity Could sigh and suffer could be sick and die When all the heap of Miracles combin'd To form the greatest which was save Mankind Then God took stand in Christ studying a way How to repair the Ruin'd World's decay His Love Pow'r Wisdom must some means procure His Mercy to advance Justice secure And since Man in such Misery was hurl'd It cost him more to save then make the World Oh! what a desp'rate load of sins had we When God must plot for our Felicity When God must beg us that he may forgive And dye himself before Mankind could live And what still are we when our King in vain Begs his lost Rebels to be Friends again What flouds of Love proceed from Heaven's smile At once to pardon and to reconcile What God himself hath made he cannot hate For 't is one act to Love and to Create And he 's too perfect full of Majesty To need additions from our Misery He hath a Father's not a Tyrant's joy Shews more his Pow'r to save then to destroy Did there ten thousand Worlds to ruine fall One God could save one Christ redeem them all Be silent then ye narrow Souls take heed Lest you restrain the Mercy you will need But O my Soul from these be different Imitate thou a nobler Precedent As God with open Arms the World does woo Learn thou like God to be enlarged too As he begs thy consent to pardon thee Learn to submit unto thy Enemy As he stands ready thee to entertain Be thou as forward to return again As he was Crucify'd for and by thee Crucifie thou what caus'd his Agony And like to him be mortify'd to sin Die to the World as he dy'd for it then The World WE falsly think it due unto our Friends That we should grieve for their untimely ends He that surveys the World with serious eyes And strips her from her gross and weak disguise Shall find 't is Injury to mourn their Fate He only dies untimely who dies late For if 't were told to Children in the Womb To what a Stage of Mischiefs they must come Could they foresee with how much toil and sweat Men court that guilded nothing being Great What pains they take not to be what they seem Rating their bliss by others false esteem And sacrificing their Content to be Guilty of grave and serious Vanity How each Condition hath its proper Thorns And what one man admires another scorns How frequently their Happiness they miss So far even from agreeing what it is That the same Person we can hardly find Who is an hour together in one mind Sure they would beg a Period of their breath And what we call their Birth would count their Death Mankind is mad for none can live alone Because their Joys stand by comparison And yet they quarrel at Society And strive to kill they know not whom nor why We all live by Mistake delight in Dreams Lost to our selves and dwelling in Extremes Rejecting what we have though ne're so good And prizing what we never understood Compar'd t' our boisterous inconstancy Tempests are calm and Discords harmony Hence we reverse the World and yet do find The God that made can hardly please our Mind We live by chance and slip into Events Have all of Beasts except their Innocence The Soul which no man's pow'r can reach a thing That makes each Woman Man each Man a King Doth so much lose and from its height so fall That some contend to have no Soul at all 'T is either not observ'd or at the best By Passion fought withal by Sin deprest Freedom of Will God's Image is forgot And if we know it we improve it not Our Thoughts though nothing can be more our own Are still unguided very seldom known Time ' scapes our hands as Water in a Sieve We come to die e're we begin to live Truth the most sutable and noble prize Food of our Spirits yet neglected

be CAMILLA Alas how treacherous is my Destiny HORACE Now by your constancy your birth confess And if my death allows him the success Let him not be your Brother's Murtherer thought But a brave man that does but what be ought Who serves his Country nobly and does shew By that great way how much be merits you Conclude your match as if I were alive But if this Sword shall him of life deprive My conquest then with equal candour use Nor of your Lover's death my hand accuse I see your grief by your approaching tears Exhale with him your sorrows and your fears Quarrel with Heaven and Earth of Fate complain But the fight done no more regret the slain You but a minute must with her bestow To Curtius And then where Honour calls us let us go SCEN. V. Camilla Curtius CAMILLA But wilt thou go and this sad Fame possess At the expence of all our happiness CURTIUS Alas what'ere I do I find that I Must by my grief if not by Horace die But as my Torture I this Honour see And curse the favour Alba does to me I hate that courage which she so esteems Nay my despairing passion impious seems And dares accuse the gods for all this woe I mourn our Fortune but yet I must go CAMILLA No thou would'st have me all my interest use And thee to Alba by my power excuse Thy former Acts have thee so famous made That to thy Country all thy debts are paid None better hath than thou the War upheld Nor with more deaths cover'd the guilty field Thy Name can be no greater than it is Suffer some other now t ' ennoble his CURTIUS What shall my Eies anothers Temples see bound with those Lawrels Fame prepares for me Or by Posterity shall it be thought Alba had conquer'd if I would have fought No since to me she dares entrust her doom She shall by me or fall or overcome A good account I 'le of her Fortune give And die with honour or with conquest live CAMILLA But to betray me then thy love endures CURTIUS I was my Country's e're I could be yours CAMILLA Wilt thou thy Sisters misery create And widow her CURTIUS Such is my cruel Fate Brother and Sister names so sweet before By Alba's choice and Rome's are so no more CAMILLA Wilt thou present me with my Brother's head And on that step mount to the Bridal bed CURTIUS All I dare think so dear my fame will cost Is still to love though all my hope be lost You weep my Dear CAMILLA How can I tears avoid Who by my cruel Lover am destroy'd When Hymen would his kindled Torch have lent He puts out that to dig my Monument This savage heart my ruine can decree And says he loves when yet he murthers me CURTIUS How eloquent are tears from eyes we love How strong does Beauty with that succour prove My heart dissolves at such a mournful sight Nor against that can all my vertue fight Strike not my Fame in this subduing shape But let my honour from your tears escape I feel it shake and scarce defend the place For Curtius to the Lover yields apace With Friendship it hath had enough to do And must it strive with Love and Pity too Go love me not nor one tear more expose For him that dares offend such charms as those I better with your anger should have fought And to deserve it all I love you not Punish this treacherous this ingrateful heart At such an injury do you not start I do not love you can you me endure Needs there more yet my Faith I here abjure O! rigid Virtue at whose shrine I fall Must thou a Crime to thy assistance call CAMILLA Commit no more and I the gods attest My love shall not be lessen'd but encreas'd My kindness shall ev'n in thy falshood live All but a Brother's death I can forgive Why am I Roman or why art thou none That I my self might put thy Lawrels on I should thy valour heighten not forbid And treat thee just as I my Brother did But ah how blind I now those vows esteem Since against thee were all I made for him But he returns O! may Sabina be More prevalent with him than I 'm with thee SCEN. VI. Curtius Camilla Horace Sabina CURTIUS Sabina too my heart to undermine And with Camilla must you Sister join Leaving her tears her Brother to attaque Hope you by yours to call my purpose back SABINA No Brother no I only visit you To give you my embrace and last adieu Your blood 's too good nor need you apprehend From me what can your great resolves offend If either were by this brave shock o'rethrown He that first yielded I should first disown But may not I one favour beg of you Worthy this Brother and this Husband too I wish your quarrel might less impious grow And would refine the glory of the blow That free from guilt it might no splendour miss I would fain make you lawful Enemies I the sole link am of your sacred knot Which will unty assoon as I am not Break then the chain whence that alliance grows And since your Honour now will have you Foes Buy by my death right to each others hate And Rome's and Alba's Vote legitimate Your hand destroying his revenging me Your Combat will appear no Prodigy And one at least will justly stake his life That he may right his Sister or his Wife But what you think your Fame would be less bright If for another quarrel you should fight Your Country's cause will no new heats admit Did you love less you would act less for it A Brother you must kill a lov'd one too Well then defer not what you ought to do But by his Sister him begin to kill Or by his Wife his blood begin to spill And by Sabina's blood if her you prize Make your own lives the braver sacrifice You are a Foe to Rome to Alba you And my aversion to them both is due What must I live to such a Victory Whose highest triumph will but let me see A Brother or a Husband Lawrels wear Reaking with blood that is to me so dear How shall I then decide my inward strife Or well express the Sister and the Wife The Conqueror embrace the conquer'd grieve No no Sabina's death shall her relieve From whomsoe're my grief that blow procures And my hands must bestow it if not yours Go then what does your savage hearts restrain Against your will I my desire shall gain For you no sooner shall begin your blows But you shall see this bosom interpose Nor shall your impious Swords your rage pursue Unless through me they make their way to you HORACE O Wife CURTIUS O Sister CAMILLA Courage they dissolve SABINA What can you sigh paleness your cheek involve What makes you shrink are these the hearts so brave Who in their hands the fates of Empire have HORACE Tell me Sabina what thy quarrel is